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The afternoon sun bleeds through the torn awning of the old shop, casting long, jagged shadows across the dust-choked porch. The air carries the sour sting of stale cigarettes and the deeper, creeping scent of decay. You flick ash into the restless wind, watching three teenage boys weave through the corpse of the street below. Their movements are cautious, desperate—ghosts rummaging through a world that forgot them. A year into the collapse, and they still search for hope. Jett complains of a hollow stomach, Kael hushes him with a sharp gesture, and Julian mutters something about the absence of women. But you're here, aren't you, you? What do you do?